Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Amoare ab Hostis ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

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The scene was clear. No movement from the corners, no shifting of shadows. Everything was still and quiet. The floor was covered in dust, ankle-deep, the remains of countless numbers of ghouls. But still, Walter held his gloved hands before him, strings pulled taunt and ready. Something told him that he was not alone. That there was still one unnatural being lurking in the darkness. The hairs standing on end on the back of his neck were testiment enough to that.

A flash of movement, a swirl of fabric, and Alucard stepped out of the shadows at the far end of the room. His long red coat seemed harsh in the grey-washed room.

Walter relaxed, but not completely. "Everything clear?"

Alucard didn't answer him, remaining mute and motionless where he stood from across the room. Walter took a deep breath, forcing his hands to drop in front of him. He was disquieted by Alucard's presense. He hadn't spoken to the vampire since his induction into Hellsing, three years ago. He'd been far too busy with training, and had only ever seen Alucard on the missions that the vampire accompanied Hellsing squards into action. However, more often than not Alucard had specific instructions that required him to go off on his own, and be left to his own devices.

This was the first time Walter had been in the same room with Alucard since he was fourteen. He bristled slightly. To say that he was disappointed by the fact that Alucard had made no effort to see him after Rome would be a understatement. The cold shoulder he'd recieved when he'd been daring enough to call the vampire's name on their first few missions together had created quite a bit of bitterness on Walter's behalf. But he had long ago convinced himself that he didn't care.

Now, standing across the room from the vampire, it was hard to remain indifferent. Not when his belly was hot and tight, burning with built up resentment. The fact that Alucard was ignoring him, even now, had him seeing red.

"Well?" He spat. "I asked you a question. A very simple, very professional question as a matter of fact. It's not as though I asked you why you gave up on your mission to fuck me, now is it?"

His breath caught as Alucard moved forward, closing the gap between them. For all his brave words, this small shift in power between them made him nervous. He'd quickly learned after seeing the devastation that Alucard left behind on missions that he wasn't what he had originally thought him to be; although even he did not know what that was. Nonetheless, his original impression of him as a 'nice vampire' had been revised into 'ruthless killer.'

When Alucard was less than a foot away he leaned down, his face hovering over the teenager's below him, his long hair cascading down to create a curtain of black silk around them. Walter held his breath, not knowing what to expect.

"All clear." Alucard murmured, and rose to his full height, leaving a very bewildered Walter staring up at him.

Walter, dazed, blinked several times before murmuring, "Oh."

Turning on his heel, he walked away from the vampire. His face was burning with humiliation. What had he been thinking, bringing up that bit of ancient history? He winced, shaking his head to himself. Idiot, he thought.

"I never gave up." Alucard's soft voice carried across the room suprisingly well.

Walter came to a dead stop. He turned slowly to face Alucard.

"Oh," he murmured for the second time that night.

"You asked for time. I gave it to you." The vampire intoned softly. "Time has run out."

Walter opened his mouth to speak and then shut it. How did he respond to that? He was beyond confused. This Alucard was unlike the smooth, seductive vampire he'd known in Italy, and the pityless murderer he'd seen in action. This Alucard was coldly determined. Walter wonder if what he was determined for was something more than he was willing to give.

"So you want me to decide right now? After all this time? After you've ignored me for three years?" He asked tightly.

"There's no decision to be made." Alucard told him calmly.

"What?" Walter snapped. "You can't just-"

"I can," Alucard responded. "You're of age. No one will object."

Walter couldn't fight the shiver of fear that snaked down his spine.

"That's rape," he snarled, his ego smarting.

"You consented long ago," the vampire argued.

"What-?"

But Walter didn't get the time to finish his question. His words were caught and smothered by a cold mouth bruising his own. He whined a protest and tried to push Alucard away, but the struggle proved fruitless. His arms were pinned to his sides. He flexed his fingers angrily as his mouth was plundered through brute force. The kiss was hard and painful. Walter jerked against the vampire who held him captive; helpless prey twitching in the jaws of a predator.

Alucard lifted his head and stared down into terrified and furious gray eyes. He grinned ferally and let his grip loosen on the young man in his arms. Walter took the opportunity and shoved hard against the wall of chest in front of him, swivelling around to run. He got three steps before he was caught around the waist and forced to his knees. He screamed in frustration. Alucard had been toying with him. A cat with a mouse, letting it loose only to bring a paw slamming down on its tail.

Teeth grazed his neck, fangs evident and sharp against his skin. Apparently the thrill of the hunt had excited the vampire. A cold tongue traced his jugular and Walter whimpered in half fear, half sensation. He felt the lips against his throat curve in appreciation. The mockery of that simple gesture burned indignantly in Walter's stomach. He jerked away from body behind him, only to be pulled roughly back into even closer contact.

"Stop it," Walter demanded.

"Make me," Alucard returned with another lap at his hot skin.

Walter bit his lip. He tried to concentrate on other things, like the fact that he was kneeling in the remains of the undead. But as the cool mouth found a sensative hollow behind his ear, that fact blanked out conveiniently. His cheeks were hot with embarrassment as his body began to react to the vampire's ministrations, despite his mind's obvious refusal to submit to this humiliation.

He became aware of a shift in the vampire's grip and blinked his eyes open, unaware that they'd fallen shut. He looked down to see that Alucard's left arm had snaked around his waist. His right hand had left it's grip on his hip and began to slip down over his abdomen. Walter's eyes widened and he swallowed hard.

"Don't-" He gasped.

But the vampire had ignored his requests thus far that night, and didn't seem intent on changing his mind anytime soon. His fingers grazed over the bulge in the front of his trousers and Walter hissed. Alucard's large hand cupped him through the fabric and gave an appreciative squeeze.

"Tell me now that you're unwilling..." he breathed against the wet skin of Walter's neck.

The dark teen shivered, closing his eyes tightly. He jerked forward again in a half-hearted attempt at freedom, knowing he couldn't escape but wanting to make it evident that he still wanted to. Alucard merely chuckled in amusement and pulled the zip of his fly down with a loud rasp.

"No!" Walter shouted hoarsely.

But cool fingers were already sliding beneath fabric and pulling him out of its folds. He gasped in pure sensation as his erection was freed and held in a steady grip. If he had thought the coldness of Alucard's skin would be unpleasant to his sensitive flesh, he soon found out wrong. Hot and cold could be an interesting combination. It was constant, stark constrast and couldn't be distracted from. As Alucard began to move his hand with slow, smooth strokes, Walter moaned out loud. It was simply too much. Over-stimulation, an overload of sensation.

The sound of Walter's harsh, uneven breaths filled the silent room. The combination of Alucard's cool, wet kisses on his sensitive thoat, and his hand coaxing his cock ever faster was making him spiral fast towards an unavoidable release. When the vampire started to stroke him with a tight fist in quick, short pulls, Walter's hips began to jerk in rhythm. He could feel himself teetering dangerously on the edge, and fought against it with all he had.

"Please..." he moaned. "God...no, stop-"

Alucard nipped his ear sharply. "Come for me."

"No..." Walter whimpered, curling his fingers into his palms.

"Now," the vampire demanded with a tight squeeze on his cock and a swifter pace.

It was enough to push Walter over the edge. "Stop! Stop-stopstopstop!" he screamed, even as he came, hard, into the vampire's hand and onto the dusty floor.

Alucard gave a few last tugs, milking every last ounce of sensation from him. When Walter came down, he was still panting heavily. His foggy mind cleared with the sickening realization that he'd allowed Alucard to debase him. He held himself completely still in the vampire's grasp, but couldn't keep himself from shaking, partly due to the orgasm he'd just had and to furious emotion. After a moment Alucard released him and stood, his shadow falling over him from behind.

He walked around the prone form of the dark-haired man kneeling before him and over to the doorway, which had remained open the entire time. He turned, fixing Walter with a burning red stare. Gray eyes glared up at him, his eyes spitting every foul thing the teen wanted to say, but held back out of pride. Alucard smirked and made a show of bringing a come-coated finger to his mouth and licking it slowly, before turning and exiting the room.

Walter stayed there, kneeling on the ash-strewn floor for a long time after. He shook helplessly and stared at the wet spot staining the ashes before him. Spilled life on a bed of death.

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